"But alas, I won't let you go. Yinchen's voice suddenly cooled down: "If the victorious person outside is Tian Wanzai, even if he goes to revenge ten years later, twenty years later, I will still not let him go!"

"You dare to kill the master?!" Chong Feidu's eyes widened, and he looked at Yinchen like a monster: "Master is also your master!

"The identity of a secret disciple can't be exchanged for Zhang Mengmeng, Yun Wuyue, or Wei Wuliang......"

"You are talking nonsense! I obviously saw Senior Sister Zhang Mengmeng with you!" Chong Feidu roared: "You ungrateful ......"

"That's not!" Silver Dust roared, and suddenly stopped, only then did he realize how terrible the "residual poison" that Xiel had left behind in this world.

It is not one or two people, or even one or two groups of people, whose memories are modified. The content of the revised memory not only includes some of his deeds in Yinchen, but also Zhang Mengmeng's life.

Silver Dust wanted to ask Sheel what she had done, but he didn't have the courage to ask, as a mage who had always flaunted himself for his courage, he really didn't have the courage to do something.

Because he knows deeply that Zhang Mengmeng is Xier, from the beginning.

He knows that Zhang Mengmeng is a person, ruthless, vicious, shrewd, ruthless, and especially important is to be mean and unkind, Yun Wuyue, as her master, is extremely wary of her, it can be seen that this person, in the eyes of normal people, is simply an unreasonable madman.

Her sister Zhang Hongyu is more normal.

But such a madman, in the face of silver dust, showed a doting beyond common sense, this kind of love is not Zhang Mengmeng's habitual love for small animals, it is maternal love at all, maternal love without any reason.

Her subconscious has long been manipulated by Sheil, and Silver Dust, except for the soul, all the parts on her body belong to Sheel, including fire magic.

Only the soul of Silver Dust can be brought here from Gabroyle, and it may even be just a copy of the soul, and the real Silver Dust remains with Gabroyle to continue his studies, continuing the legend of the hedge magician. His body was synthesized by Shiel using the laws of the world, and there was a backup placed on the moon, becoming the elder brother of the god queen. His magic, whether he learned it from school or deduced it himself, should have been given by Shiel, and everything except for Chiyou's inheritance might have been arranged by Xi'er.

If it weren't for the sudden resurrection, all of this would have been hidden forever by Shiel. Silver Dust is not Silver Dust, it's just a doll called Silver Dust.

He didn't want to think about this kind of thing deeply, but since he obtained the Chiyou inheritance, his magic framework had changed several times, and even the heavens had also changed, which made him have to think about this problem.

Chong Feidu's words really froze him.

He suddenly realized that he had nothing but thoughts and feelings. His body, his magic, his battles, and even his life were nothing more than a toy in Shiel's hands, a toy that satisfied Sheel's maternal needs. This made him extremely frustrated, but it also filled him with hope, because he never forgot his mission, which is to build the world into his hometown. Neither Sheil's toys nor Sheail's own can do this.

"Okay, my sister's share doesn't count, but the deaths of Yun Wuyue and Wei Wuliang, as well as the life that the ghost elder almost ruined, these accounts must be calculated carefully. ”

"What is there to calculate?" Chong Feidu felt that Shanghai was completely unreasonable: "They are all people of the Demon Pavilion, and they have sacrificed their lives for the cause of the Demon Pavilion-"

"Don't talk to me in the tone of the Holy Water Sect!" Silver Dust clenched his fists as Chong Feidu screamed, the flames in his body burning every nerve in his body.

"Yes, the elders of the Demon Pavilion, the worshippers can be sacrificed, and they can live with grievances right away! But their efforts, their lives, can't just be used in such a way! It's even worthless! If there is no contradiction between Sang Tianliang and Tian Wanzai, there is no calculation between Feng Lieshan and Yun Wuyue, and it is impossible for the Demon Wei Pavilion in the Red Blood Secret Realm to split, then everything will be different! Everything is different, you know!" Silver Dust yelled at Chong Feidu, shouting out the resentment he had been holding back for almost ten years.

In exchange for Chong Feidu's merciless chuckle.

"Okay. The chief disciple who fell to the ground said with a smile: "Even if they sacrifice like this, it is not good for the sect, but no matter what, you have obtained the first demonic skill from the Demon Pavilion, no matter what it is, it comes from the Black Mountain Villa, not the Ten Thousand Demon Valley! So you have been a person from the Black Mountain Villa from the beginning! How many people have been sacrificed in the Demon Pavilion, how many people have been retained, and how many people there are are not things you can care about, you can only care about Master's mission and Master's great cause, because you are Master's person! From life to death!" Master's sacrifice of elders is a bit ruthless, and it is a little cruel for a sect, but what Master wants to do is the great cause of striving for world domination! Since it is a great cause, then this sacrifice is normal and worthwhile! If the great cause can be accomplished, Master is the emperor, we are all the founding heroes, and we will be extremely glorious in our lives, so isn't it worth sacrificing some people?"

"It's not worth it. Silver Dust's voice suddenly weakened: "It's not worth it at all, it's meaningless." ”

"Why is it meaningless?" Chong Feidu was puzzled: "That's a good opportunity for a supreme minister! Aren't men all yearning for power?"

"It's useless. From the very beginning, your master did not have the slightest chance to ascend to that position, and from the very beginning, your so-called efforts were in vain and wasted human lives. That's why I want to avenge Yun Wuyue and Wei Wuliang! Your master wasted their lives and loyalty, and he should die a shameful death just like you!"

As he spoke, he raised his sword and made a gesture to slash.

"It's impossible not to have a chance? Master, he's really from the Third Dynasty—"

"It doesn't matter what dynasty he is. Yinchen suddenly felt that the fire on Chong Feidu's body was extinguished, and at the same time, there seemed to be some kind of dark and viscous energy rolling in Chong Feidu's body, he knew that it was the energy of the bloodline secret technique.

Chong Feidu is ready to fight hard.

Silver Dust put down his sword and even put it away.

"It doesn't matter who he is, what identity he has had and what identity he will have in the future doesn't matter. The important thing is that he has to deal with a civilization that is far beyond the upper limit of his comprehension ability from the beginning, so Thor did not give him the slightest chance of winning from the beginning. ”

Yinchen put his hands behind his back, quietly dodged a small step, and moved away from Chongfeidu: "If the enemy Tian Wanzai is facing is Jianzhou Nuer or people from other feudal dynasties, then it is to use the power of the feudal dynasty to deal with the feudal dynasty, no matter whether his strength is strong or weak, there is a glimmer of hope, and it can even be said that the outcome of the battle in this way is five or five." Unfortunately, when he prepared to restore the dynasty, he would face an industrial country, an industrial system, an industrially productive and advanced nation-state, not a family with one surname. Fundamentally, there is no chance of victory against a modern country with a feudal dynasty. Just as a bayonet could not deal with a bomber. ”

Yinchen looked at the stunned Chong Feidu with pity, and continued: "What's more, Tian Wanzai rode in the battle of the feudal dynasty to face a modern civilization with the ability to develop electronic stealth equipment, and the odds of victory are simply unimaginable. Cavalry is still terrible against mechanized troops, let alone in the face of information-based or even synthetic armies! This is simply letting bacteria duel with elephants!"

When he finished speaking, he laughed, and the laughter was terrible. He smiled and watched Chong Feidu dispel the flame curse of his whole body at the cost of one rib, stretched out his hand and slapped the ground and bounced up, punching him in the air, he smiled, letting go of all the reservedness and forbearance of magicians, and abandoning all rules of self-restraint. With courage as the only energy in his body, he stepped forward without fear and met the heavy punch that shone with the light of the forbidden art.

He conjured up an icy hammer in his hand, bombarded Chong Feidu's fist, knocking him away, and then conjured up a thunderbolt axe, slashing at him with an axe, the fierce electric light built a powerful electric field, fixing his body in mid-air, and then his hand conjured a flaming blade, gently slashing through the cold qi of Chongfeidu's body, and finally, Yinchen reached out and pinched his front placket.

"Just like now, I turn all the elements into weapons, and I don't care about fighting you, and each element targets you for one ability, so in the end, you don't even have a chance to fight back. ”

He grabbed Chong Feidu's hand, and a green glow of death appeared.

"Avada asks for his life. ”

The gray storm swirled around Chongfeidu, solidifying into a statue before Chongfeidu could shout his last words or beg for mercy.

"It's over. Yinchen spit out these words lightly, feeling that his heart was empty. He knew that from now on, all inheritances, all sacred learning, he would have to discard, or completely smelt into himself, to form his own unique style.

Wudu revealed the truth for him, and it really made him realize that it is impossible for a mage to blindly rely on remote means, and even in today's cruel world, any little remote means are no longer worth relying on. He did not fight with the elements, with the people of the world, and with the injustice of the world, hand-to-hand combat, until the flesh and blood flew sideways, until his toy was scrapped.

"I don't know, if I die like this, will my soul be able to go back to Gabroyle, to the year I was seven years old, and continue my studies?"

The sound of silver dust gently dispersed in the wind, just like the tears that gently dispersed at this moment.

The wind, when it rises again.

The energy of the water was converging towards his body, and it was clear that even if he was asleep, he didn't like the power of water very much, he preferred the power of the wind, so after he destroyed Shiel's body-

The first thing I did was to restore the rules of heaven!!

Restore to the era when Silver Dust first came to this world, when the wind was strong!

The battle spirit dies, the soul beast dies, the water is in place, and the wind source rises again!

This is an unimaginable change.

And Silver Dust, but he didn't even get the hedging physique of the Four Elephants Limit, and he was now just an ordinary magician who would not die in mortal dust.

Wind source, resurrected.

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The world is falling apart before my eyes.

All the scenes in the field of vision rippled like water waves, circle by circle, ripples spread, distorting the scenery in the eyes again and again. These distorted visions gradually separated, turning into many layers of monochrome ghosting, leaving the field of vision with a rainbow of unidentified halos. The wind shattered, the ice returned to its place, the arcane precipitated, and turned into shadows. The water, fire, light and darkness, the four elephants are at their limit, and perhaps with a little power of thunder and lightning, they gather in the sea of qi again. In the sea of qi, all kinds of spell bits were like overdeveloped real estate, densely growing, turning into complex structures of various fangdun, as if all the circuits of hundreds of thousands of servers were repeatedly soldered on a layer of circuit boards. Around the sea of qi, phantom stars flowed, and the 36 sky-breaking shuttles that had not been seen for a long time showed their hideous faces again, but this time, they really turned into darkness, like thirty-six heavy two-handed swords, and the giant planet-shaped sea of qi surrounded by spikes, flying round and round.

In the sea of qi, a pipeline that only exists in the high-dimensional world extends out, leading directly to the mechanical maze in the mind, like a city heating pipe. There was a tremor in the dark, and the sea of qi and the sea of knowledge were linked again, but in the palm of his hand, there was no trace of mystical power.

A dream in ten years, things are not people. Silver Dust and his world go back to ten years ago, but he is no longer the silver-haired boy of ten years ago, and he can no longer find the smile of the little black-haired girl ten years ago!

Wu Du Xu was too troublesome because of all kinds of heavens, so he wrote off the defense system that Sheel had built up in the past ten years. Silver Dust thought this, but he was just to comfort himself, he didn't want to delve into the mystery of this, and he didn't want to believe that Xi'er might use the hand of Wudu to reset the world.

The world in front of me has long since split into layers of monochrome ghosts. These ghosts rippled in front of them like water waves, gradually merging into a whole new world. When there was no longer a double shadow in front of the silver god of law, and there were no more ripples, the first floor of the restaurant where he was located suddenly lit up, and all the closed windows were blown open by the wind, and outside the window was a whole bustling with birds singing and flowers.

At his feet lay two corpses, as beautiful as statues made of metal. A storm of murderous intent swirled around his body, and the wind poured in through the wide open window, not cold, but extremely strong.

Silver Dust's gaze locked on the staircase a few floors above the air conditioner, which was silent and empty. He suddenly wondered if Wang Shenhai, who had been abandoned by him for so long, was still breathing at this moment. The chief disciple of Black Mountain Villa has been destroyed, so is there something eyebrow about the battle for the world's number one young master between Du Chuanchang, Liang Yunfeng, and Li Hongyan?